Ok, so some catch up is required. The four days prior to our trip in the hills (breathlessly documented last time), we were in Durango, Colorado. Its a bit of a holiday town, what with its access to various ski resorts, the San Juan Mountains and the Animas River flowing through it.
We did some obligatory rafting down the river, where we thrilled and entertained our American co-raftees with our British wit and charm. I further impressed them with my uncanny efficiency for sunburn.
One of the main draws to Durango is its 1920s maintained narrow-gauge steam railway to nearby SIlverton, a largely-preserved mining town some 45 miles away. So we too thought we would take a journey up there, at about 12% the speed and about 100 times the cost of the car journey. At least it is easy to gauge your carbon footprint when you take much of it home with you in your hair and clothes.
I jest. It is a rather spectacular -albeit it smoky and juddering- journey to Silverton, and we got some nice snaps. Cue picture splat:
Kurzfassung auf Deutsch: Wir übernachteten in Durango für vier Nächte und nahm einen Dampfbahnfahrt zu den nahe gelegenen Silverton. Der Zug war schmutzig und ineffizient und sehr undeutsch.
